The rocky construction appalled her. Certainly wasn't designed to feel as though it is home-- but one could at least put some effort in it. That's one of many things that humans have. Uncreativity. 'What Works Best' scenario of often times.

She followed the party along the simple path of the dungeon-- carefully gathering her balance as she passed through the bridge whilst still being bound by her hands until they had arrived to their destination. A sigh of relief escaped her as she found the entrance to the mines rather than a room where the warden sat in.

The mines were guarded by another set of guards who unbinded them and issued well-worn pickaxes as they pushed the others into the other slavers chipping away at the rocks. Whilst being incompetent in the mining works-- she figured this was an opportunity to get some improvised weapons. With her pickaxe in hand, she drove its pointy end sharply into the rock in an attempt to seek a shard sharp enough to be used as an improvised shiv [Strength roll: [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/216]10[/url]]. Otherwise, she would need to resort to the pickaxe.

(Initiative: [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/217]8[/url])